She was the typical proud Mom.I was also very proud of her until it hit me that this was not my little girl and never would be as long as I was still ...arried to that bitch Sheila.I guess I'd better take some time and explain about Sheila.It was shortly after I reopened my restaurant when on one weekday night Sheila and a couple of her girl friends stopped in to pick up a pizza. They said that they had heard about the place and wanted to check us out. It was slow, so I entertained them with all. There were shops that I think might be interesting and I will go to them tomorrow. So what else did I get up to? I think you know that already don’t you? I think you know that Abdul fucked me again. And again. And again. I don’t know where he gets it from. He’s no sooner finished and he’s getting hard again. He says it’s me. He says I am so sexy that he can’t keep his hands off me. His hands are all over whenever he gets the chance. He kept pulling me into alleys last night and putting his. He threw snow on Marlene’s body and started quickly to rub. Marlene suddenly felt so good. Her pale body started to become more red. Very carefully Martin rubbed her breasts and Marlene enjoyed a great pleasure. „More, please!“ she yelled.Sexual desire once again helped Marlene to overcome bad feelings. Martin rubbed also her pussy and Marlene got an orgasm. „Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh!“ she yelled. „More! More!“ she begged Martin. Soon Marlene started to sweat.. . and who are you thinking about?"Heh ... just what I feared. I wriggled out from under the Chevy and looked straight in her eyes..."I think about you."She smiled. "That's good ... but I wasn't thinking about you, not a whole lot, anyway." Good. Then you weren't comparing me to the banana."Now she laughed."No ... I was mainly thinking it was too big for my butthole, and wishing it was you, instead ... or that I'd found a smaller one."It took long seconds to come up with a reply to that."How did.